Saturday, September 5, 2015

Syrian Children’s Valentine

I saw a flower fall
and then a leaf
I saw my dead child
swept up on the beach
with that great sea
still coaxing him up
onto the sand
or tugging at him
trying to ease him
back from the land
or licking at him like
his tender mother would
if she had lived or I would
if he would only wake
or I will break

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